Tuesday 9 January 2024 part 2

Just got home from a day in the city. What amusing anecdotes can I tell you about today? We caught the trams a few times as we were looking for some extra thick under garments. A bit strange putting tights on, I must say. Haven’t done that since my theatre days. But Flashy got some merino long johns. They were marked ‘men’ but strangely had no fly. Good thing one dresses in private.

It was a bit cold today. -7c so we had to duck in and out of bars, have a glühwein or two, some bitteballen, frittes and mayo and biers. Just thought of this, but we walked over 10,000 steps. That’s about 8kms. If one walks at 4kms per hour, well, that’s two hours in -7c on icy streets and howling wind. No wonder we’re thirsty!

While we were tramming it about, some nice Dutchmen offered Flashy their seat. It’s a wonder what a few grey whiskers and a strategic groan and limp will do. It’s happened three times so far. Pretty good I reckon.

On the way home we decided to have a Dutch meal. Guess what? We found an Indonesian restaurant. Settle down, they once owned Indonesia you know. So, Lady P reckons it’s close enough. Good satay. Average nasi goreng and duck and ok rendang.

We have booked a canal boat tour tomorrow with some crazy Dutchies called Mad Boat Guys. Apparently, it’s an ‘adult tour’ – eat, drink, smoke, take substances, swear and leave your kids at home, so the web site says. Sounds like us, eh?

So, I reckon it will be a four layer, two scarf, thermal undies day for sure.

Now about scarves. Flashy has been experimenting with his scarf to get the best protection from the freezing wind. Keep in mind, that the only exposed part of his body is his nose, cheeks and eyes behind his photochromatic specs. Somehow, a Chelsea knot just doesn’t quite do the job. He’s tried the drape, once around, overhand, Parisian and even the four in hand. In desperation, he pulled out the old Alaskan hunting neck gaiter, then just wrapped the bloody scarf around until it covered the gap. Unfortunately, he can’t see a thing except Lady P’s orange beanie as she powers ahead, muttering to herself and occasionally looking back to see that he hasn’t been run over by those mad cyclists. 

And for Joanne, 99% of the bikes do not have batteries. Just leg power! 

Some amusing photos below.